Where the raccoon learns which lids come off¶

These guided woodland runs all end in the same place. A foothold that can barely read its own home directory, a rummage through whatever the machine left unlatched, and then root: a service anyone in the wrong group can rewrite, an unquoted path, a cron job that trusts a wildcard, a scheduled task nobody has audited since the day it was written. The rooms differ mostly in how long the rummage takes.